Song of Songs 7 How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman.

ASV⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter!
Thy rounded thighs are like jewels,
The work of the hands of a skilful workman. ² Thy body is [like] a round goblet,
[Wherein] no mingled wine is wanting:
Thy waist is [like] a heap of wheat
Set about with lilies. ³ Thy two breasts are like two fawns
That are twins of a roe. ⁴ Thy neck is like the tower of ivory;
Thine eyes [as] the pools in Heshbon,
By the gate of Bath-rabbim;
Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon
Which looketh toward Damascus. ⁵ Thy head upon thee is like Carmel,
And the hair of thy head like purple;
The king is held captive in the tresses [thereof]. ⁶ How fair and how pleasant art thou,
O love, for delights! ⁷ This thy stature is like to a palm-tree,
And thy breasts to its clusters. ⁸ I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree,
I will take hold of the branches thereof:
Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine,
And the smell of thy breath like apples, ⁹ And thy mouth like the best wine,
That goeth down smoothly for my beloved,
Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
¹⁰ I am my beloved's;
And his desire is toward me. ¹¹ Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field;
Let us lodge in the villages. ¹² Let us get up early to the vineyards;
Let us see whether the vine hath budded,
[And] its blossom is open,
[And] the pomegranates are in flower:
There will I give thee my love. ¹³ The mandrakes give forth fragrance;
And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old,
Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.